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    31.12.08

    Zum Jahreswechsel:
    The Gloucestershire Wassail


    Wassail! wassail! all over the town,
    Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
    Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
    With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

    Here's to our horse, and to his right ear,
    God send our master a happy new year:
    A happy new year as e'er he did see,
    With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.

    So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
    Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
    And a good piece of beef that may we all see
    With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

    Here's to our mare, and to her right eye,
    God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;
    A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see,
    With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.

    So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
    May God send our master a good crop of corn
    And a good crop of corn that may we all see
    With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

    And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear
    Pray God send our master a happy New Year
    And a happy New Year as e'er he did see
    With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

    Here's to our cow, and to her long tail,
    God send our master us never may fail
    Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near,
    And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.

    Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
    Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
    But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
    Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.

    Be here any maids? I suppose here be some;
    Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!
    Sing hey O, maids! come trole back the pin,
    And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.

    Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock
    Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
    Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
    For to let these jolly wassailers in.

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